Out
of the lighted cave of human habitation, we plunge into darkness in the cool
night. Fireflies are flying around. There is no moon yet. All is dark.
At first
it seems these fireflies are random little lanterns in the dark. Then one
observes a rhythm to it, and some can be followed with the eye, pulsating like
heartbeats as they fly towards their secret trysts. What they probably can’t
see is the pulsating light of a distant thunderstorm, occasionally illuminating
the sky. It’s a question of sense organs, and perspective. Fireflies may be too
small to see lightning.
We humans are like this, too, when we try to understand
the universe by thinking. The perspective is wrong. And it remains
unfathomable.
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